>> bb/177895@177895
From the 17th beginning, on my own initiative, I thought that I was a dick often and sadly, nothing worked out, I felt myself in general a stupid person (it is so). I started fucking myself with what I needed before I tried anything, lol. He came up to people and asked if they can get me, at first even to a stranger from the fuck in the area came up and in the forehead asked, fucked 200 hryvnia. I remember it for a long time with an incredible kringe. When he first blew realized that it was mine and quickly began to smack at the station, half a year of life I can’t remember. I ate mushrooms, I thought I'd understand life now, I just realized that it's bullshit, I've been walking for half a year, twice since I started. From the funny - gave one salt 3g of mushrooms while he was very drunk, the dolbaeb closed in the bathroom with a few stupid knives and actively tried to open up, as bruises were visible, cried and fucked himself with his fist so that he fell from his chair. I tried the salt when the war started, I was sure the rocket would kill me or call me. The salt hasn't gone, it feels like I'm a rural degenerate, but the body feels good. Once heavily drunk methadone slipped, this experience is not remembered at all, I threw up on the bed and fell asleep, and a friend cleaned. Then I tried amphetamine, began to think that I had ADHD, switched to Ritalin and soon got sick, thoughts flow very quickly and just as quickly stop, nothing interesting. Stuck on prescription lyrics for a year, the toller is growing very quickly and money began to go too much for a high in the middle of beer and weed, boring shit and doing anything in the fall. This memantine of yours was throwing, well, this is a complete slug, apathetic trip with a temperature lying, good only on the way out, in contrast to how fucking it was. Now I do not smoke for 2 years because I hate to go to treasures, I feel at the same time a miserable worm, and garbage was taken a second time. Then even began to shake like a leaf aspen immediately as the garbage approached, by the way, I was close to literally shitting in my pants, the feces of my pants touched the good sucked back.
And the desire to use it, it is, gradually buy the Groubox with the thought and the fuck I need it at all, I fuck myself with what now I will not get into the system. These few years, in fact, did not fuck nonstop, there were breaks for half a year, for a couple of months, with weed deliberately knocked down the toller so that it did not exceed a g per day. The best thing about it is that it's antidepressants, in my case, trazadone, I don't feel fucked, I don't feel sad or I don't suffer.